Appreciate everything like a gentle breeze
Which comes sometime genteel
Wheels does not stop as a breed
Indeed every work has a depth deep
From creeping insects to the whirligig
Which keeps us remember the clock wheel
The world is set apart above shadows thereat
Who long for something come along
Time passes which flowers and thorns
And make people see the dawn of mankind
Hafiz Muhammad Qasim
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